Mouse watches his hand, hopefully, sighing when he lets it fall. Well, okay. She wouldn't want to take a chance on touching her either. His words are good enough as a peace offering. "I - huh. I don't know, I'm not all cultured like you. But. I like dancing. Uh, video games, first person shooters. Movies with explosions in 'em." She wracks her brain. "Some history, autobiographies usually. Uh. Origami? ...Have you ever been in my car?"

"I assumed you had one, but, no. What kind of car do you have?" Origami. That gives him an idea. He has day planners and diaries from years ago lying around on his shelves; he leans back and grabs one, and tears out a page. He starts folding her an origami rose. Thad taught him this.

Mouse ducks her head, a little embarrassed. "BMW convertible." It's such a classic rich spoiled princess car, she thinks now, though she'd loved it in high school. "Daddy gave it to me when I got my license." She watches him fold the paper; she likes the way his fingers move, quick and certain. "Anyway, it goes pretty fast."

Snooze presents her with the rose. It's on blue-lined white paper, but he thinks she'll know what it is, anyway. "I would love to go for a drive with you at some point. Have you ever been to a place where they have no speed limits? Like the autobahn, the highways in Germany. Cars flying past, and it's all you can do to keep up. I had quite the car collection in France. I gave them all to Thad when I came here."

Mouse takes it, cupping it carefully in her hand. It's better than the ones she makes, she notes, but then she firmly reminds herself that she's not competing with Snooze anymore. She smiles at him, a real pleased smile. "Thank you. ...No, I haven't. Never been anywhere like that. But it sounds fantastic."

A shadow passes over Mouse's face briefly. "I'm never going back to France," she says flatly. "But the rest of Europe... yeah, there's some things I'd like to see. The rest of the world, too." She hasn't really thought about travelling since she got her powers. It hasn't been a possibility for her, and it won't be until she retires. But Slayers, if they survive, retire pretty young. "I used to want to be a journalist. Go all around the world, get pictures back from war zones. Y'know. That kind of... thing," she blurts out, finishing rather lamely.

"A war journalist. That sounds right up your street," Snooze smiles. He wishes desperately he could show Mouse and Mitz both France. He loves his home, still, despite it being tainted by Her. The countryside; the riviera; the beaches along the Mediterranean; the cities and the people. He loves it. "I know people all over Europe. I have even been to Asia once. The rest of the world--I'd love to see it, too." He sighs. "You are more free to travel than Mitz and I, though, I fear."

Mouse nods. "Or I will be when I retire, anyway. It'd be hard for you guys though. That kind of sucks. I mean... you're gonna be around for a while, not like you can just stay in one place forever, can you?"

Snooze sighs. "I think that once Mitz steps back from the pack, from being Ulfric--which will be many years, I imagine--I will ask the Doctor to send us to other courts as envoys, so we can travel. Our bond makes us both quite strong. We cannot simply fade into the background, unfortunately." Then he smiles. "You can tell us where we should visit, though."

"'Course I will," Mouse assures him. "Gotta have some way of making sure you look at everything." She hasn't seen that smile on him, especially not directed at her, in... a really long time. It feels good to have it back.

"Good." Mouse runs out of intelligent commentary, and just sits there looking at him for a minute. If she reached out to him, would she let herself actually touch him? Or would he get nervous, and make her back off? She has no idea.

Snooze smiles at her, wondering if perhaps the fire is making her flush. He gets up and finds the wine Mitz had been drinking a few nights before, when Snooze had cooked steak. He presents it to Mouse. "Is this all right?"

"It complements the steak," Snooze offers. "I like the taste of it. Well. Through Mitz's taste buds, in any case. I enjoy what Mitz enjoys." He is relieved that Mouse likes it--that he did this right. It feels like the first thing in a while.

Snooze practically beams. "I have often heard of my sire talking about the opportunity. He misses it very much. I had never experienced it before this, but I am very glad Mitz allows me to. I have missed food. I worked in kitchens when I was human."

(Definitely having a good time. I shall try to keep up now, replying at least once a day. Probably only once a day, with the rate I have to pay for it, heh. [*salute*] Hope you are having a good time on your big project~)

Mouse nods, smiling back - Snooze's grin is infectious, as always. "I remember you telling me about that. Can't even imagine what it'd be like, to lose that sense and then get it back again." Mouse takes another sip of the wine, and this time, savors it.

"It is incredible," Snooze assures her. "I think my tastes were slightly different than Mitz's--I could never imagine anything better than chocolate, and he eats it for my sake, though he would rather not. I remember sneaking a taste of chocolate from one of the grand cakes I helped prepare." He looks up to the ceiling, to heaven, licking his lips. "You never forget your first time," he teases.

"Mitz has great strength of mind," Snooze says fondly. "He is very disciplined. Even if he does want chocolate, he denies himself. That is his way." Mitz denies himself when he wants anything, not just chocolate. Snooze has been trying to break him of this.

Mouse shakes her head. "He's like that. Does he do that thing with you where he refuses to pick a movie because he's afraid you won't like what he picks? Impossible sometimes." But her tone is fond. And, she thinks, it's kind of nice that even if all they have in common is Mitz and Slayer business, they can still have a friendly conversation about half of it.

"Yes, he does that all the time. But thankfully--" Snooze taps his head. "I can usually get a flash of what he wants before he buries it. I have seen many new films since. Mitz likes many things, many films I had never heard of. 'Cult classics', he calls them." They have more in common than just Mitz and the preternatural, but it does seem like that's all, at times.

"He hated it, the first time I did it." Snooze's mouth twists unhappily. "I did not mean to--I just said what I thought came into my head, and apparently it was just what he was thinking, because I had never heard of the film before. But we are used to it now."

"Not now," Snooze assures her. "At the beginning, because we were so unused to it. But we have become much better at keeping ourselves distinct, me over here and him over there." He's not sure what Mouse will do with that answer; it's hard to tell if she's bothered or frightened by the thought of being so close to someone.

Mouse nods. "That must have been a weird experience." She knows Mitz has changed since he got the marks, but she doesn't know how much, if any, of that is influence from Snooze's mind. But it's good to know that they can at least keep each other straight in there.

"For me, I mean," Snooze clarifies quickly. "Mitz had you; he was not alone." Even if that's not strictly true--for the short period before Snooze and Mitz met, Mitz and Mouse had been on rocky ground, neither of them sure how to deal with a Slayer hanging out with a werewolf.

(Hiiiiiiii sorry I was sleeping and playing xbox most of today, it was a braindead day.)

"Now that you're both talking about how nice it was for me to not be lonely and pathetic," Mitz says to Snooze over the bond, though he does seem amused. "Do you think it'd be okay if I crashed the party a little?"

He's about five minutes away, sitting on a bench in the hallway, waiting for things to go well or sourly - but he really just wants to hang out with them and save them from any awkward slip-ups at the same time.

He smiles at Mouse. "I'm glad you think so. I did hate to come between you. I never wanted that to happen. Speaking of Mitz--would you object to him showing up in a few minutes?"

I am officially giving up on ever being caught up on any tv shows that I watch and thus have accepted tumblr spoilers as an inevitable part of my angry life.Also I am doing a first aid course tomorrow, hooray, qualifications! I had to complete the whole workbook today, which was so much fun. (These people are going to trust me to deal with this shit? Really? With carbon monoxide poisoning, and things protruding from eyes, and people with no feeling in their legs, and fucking beestings? REALLY?)hi how are you

Mouse looks a little confused, then figures it out. "You guys on the psychic phone line? No, I don't mind. Invite him in." It's probably a good thing if they have Mitz to keep them talking.

That is unfortunate but, I suppose, better for your blood pressure.Wooooo you will have responsibility and things! Good for you. Now when I come to visit and the country inevitably tries to kill me, I will be alright.hi I am good I am le tired how are you

Ssnooze reaches out to Mitz. "We are both very happy to have you join us. The door is open."He points to Mouse's wine glass. "Would you like a refill?"

Last time I donated blood they said my blood pressure was perfect. I think today it wouldn't be. I have already fought with one housemate and my mother. Sigh. The funniest thing about that is that the most extensive section of my first aid manual deals with animal bites and stings.I am very le tired also, but my week of hell is just about over except for my buttrasound tomorrow. Thank god. I can actually start to relax again instead of dragging my carcass out into the cold every morning.And how are youuuuuuuu I saw you are thinking about buying a house that's incredibly exciting